Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
ABC,
Fatback Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Tommy Roe,
EPMD,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
Anakelly,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Talk Talk,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Oneida,
Eve St. Jones,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Jerry's Kids,
Ice-T,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Technova,
Black Flag,
Mandrill,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.